Sex stories continue from Gokuldham Society : Madhabi
Characters :
A ) Gada family :-
1. Jethalal, owner of Gada Electronics
2. Daya, Jethalal’s wife
3. Tappu, their son
4. Champaklal, Jethalal’s father
5. Padmabati, Daya’s mother
6. Nattu Kaka, their servant cum asst. of Gada Electronics
7. Bagha, Nattu Kaka’s nephew, also an asst. of Jethalal
8. Sundar, Daya’s brother, unemployed
9. Bawri, Bagha’s wife
B ) Bhide family :-
1. Atmaram Tukaram Bhide, teacher of Gokuldham Society
2. Madhabi, his wife
3. Sonu, their daughter
C ) Sodhi family :-
1. Roshan Singh Sodhi, owner of a car garage
2. Roshan, his wife
3. Gogi, their son
D) Hathi family :-
1. Dr. Hathi, doctor, suffered from obesity
2. Komal, his wife
3. Goli, their son
D ) Iyar family :-
1. Krishnan Iyar, Scientist
2. Babita, his wife
E ) Mehta family :-
1. Tarak Mehta, writer
2. Anjali, his wife
F ) Others:-
1. Popotlal, reporter
2. Rita, reporter, lover of Popotlal
3. Chalu Pandey, SI
4. etc.
*( 20 yrs ago )*
Jethalal’s wife Dayaben Gada, at 19, is the hottest woman in the Gokuldham Society ! She’s 5’5″, with long soft jet black hair, a hot sexy ass, and an always-wet shaved pussy. And she’s got the sweetest soft mouth that loves to suck cock. While Daya has always had an above average sexual appetite, she has recently been on some medicine, which is a fertility drug normally used to regulate a woman’s cycle.
But one of it’s side effects or added benefits, depending on ones perspective, is that if brandi ( doctor prescribed to take it with the medicine ) is consumed when on the drug a woman’s need for a man increases at least one hundred fold… Daya was on the drug for several weeks and continued to drink the brandi with dinner every night and they were both enjoying the “Side Effects” she was experiencing.
With her substantially increased sexual appetite Daya was always rubbing herself against her husband and soon she was doing it to several of Jethalal’s friends like Tarak, Bhide and Sodhi. During their lovemaking Jethalal had noticed that her vulva has also enlarged greatly — becoming pouty, the surrounding protective lips almost doubling in size when aroused.
In addition, he had heard of sexual pheromones but with Daya in a constant state of arousal, she oozed sexual receptivity, and her husband could actually smell her arousal, as he is sure his friends could as well… While enjoying an intense fucking session one-day with Daya on top, with her husband’s dick buried deep inside of her pussy, as she deep-fingered her asshole at the same time, he mentioned their shop-assistant cum servant Nattu Kaka, and how well they all got along.
Her husband asked if she thought he was sexy-looking. Daya looked at her husband with hooded eyes and slid two fingers all the way up her into her asshole, rose up, and came crashing down on his dick, her cunt squeezing it to oblivion, forcing his cum to shoot deep into her womb.
Daya moaned… and came hard at the same time as her husband. That was the answer to the question; just talking about another man, combined with the fertility drugs in her system, gave Daya hot, sexy, nasty fantasies, that brought on her a joyous cum! — Over the next several weeks Nattu Kaka visited often.
That night Daya dreamed the Goddess Santoshi Maa in which the great Goddess blessed her that she would be a mother of a beautiful son by Nattu Kaka. Daya felt depressed for not becoming a mother by her own husband but at the same time she became aroused by the idea that she would become a mother only by their servant. Daya’s devotion to the Goddess increased as doctors gave up the hope of her motherhood. She told her husband about her dawn’s dream in which Jethalal became very much pleased because the late night’s dream couldn’t be wrong. At last he would be a father by Santoshi Maa’s blessings, although it would be by their lower-caste servant.
After that Daya always seemed to be getting out of the hot tub or walking by a bedroom window giving Nattu Kaka a glimpse. Several times Nattu Kaka stayed for a few brews and Daya, after having a few herself, would get a chance to accidentally rub herself up against him.
After Nattu Kaka would leave, Daya’s husband would be treated to what could best be described as sexual rapture. Daya would make love to her husband’s penis, sucking and licking its length, looking directly into his eyes with that hooded expression on her lovely face as she worked the head with her lips and its length with her lightly oiled hand. When her husband was about to explore she would stuff it in her pussy, or sometimes make him spray her tit’s. It was always followed by him licking her swollen clit or working her favorite dildo into her hot snatch until an orgasm rocked her beautiful body.6
Finally one cold winter night while entertaining her husband’s friends with the help of their servant Nattu Kaka, Daya whispered in his ear that she didn’t want Nattu Kaka to go home that night. Her husband handed Daya another beer and suggested she change into something more attractive like a new bride. Then after his friends had left started, Jethalal entered into their bedroom which was already decorated with different scented flowers, insane sticks, soft but exciting music and dim light and suggested to Nattu Kaka that given the late hour, why didn’t he just stay the night.
However he had no idea what his Setji and Sethaniji had in mind for him! Jethalal got Nattu Kaka another beer and turned on the TV. So he sat on the couch, while Jethalal relaxed in the easy chair. They carried on small talk while watching some late night smut on the pay channel. Jethalal then gave Nattu a brand new Mangalsutra which he recently bought for him, when Daya entered into the bedroom with a red benarasi saree, golden ornaments in hands, legs, neck, waist.
Just like a newly wed bride Daya offered Nattu Kaka a glass of milk. Taking the glass Nattu Kaka first drank half of the milk and returned to his Sethaniji who finished the remaining milk. All the time Nattu kaka’s eyes locked on his Sethaniji, while her eyes were locked on the Mangalsutra in his hand… Without warning Daya straddled Nattu Kaka, pressing herself against his groin, and looked right in his eyes as she anxiously waited for the Mangalsutra to be tied by him.
Nattu Kaka became surprised by his Sethaniji’s behaviour and looked at his Sethji, then back at her. Daya’s thin blouse covered nipples were inches way from Nattu Kaka’s lips as she extended her hand toward him. Nattu Kaka looked at Daya and slowly tied the Mangalsutra on her neck. Then Jethalal gave him a small pack of Sindoor and requested him to put it on Daya’s forehead. Nattu Kaka obeyed his Sethji’s request, taking some Sindoor he put it on his Sethaniji’s head.
Sliding down from Nattu Kaka’s lap Daya touched her second husband’s feet in presence of her first husband and looked herself through the dressing table mirror for several seconds.5
Then she climbed again on his lap, pressed her sensitive breasts against his chest, leaned in and gave him long French kiss.
Jethalal was getting hard watching his wife mauling by their lower class servant, it was so hot seeing her go after him so intensely. Nattu Kaka responded naturally by wrapping his arms around his Sethaniji. His hands roaming over her warm body, still slightly concealed by her blue blouse and red benarasi saree. Daya moaned softly encouraging him to feel her full blooded engorged breasts.
Even from where Jethalal sat, he could see her pink nipples through the thin blouse, stiff and eager to be sucked, fondled and stroked. Nattu Kaka did just that. While Daya let her hands slip between his legs and slowly began to work his hardening cock through his pants. Jethalal could hear their servant breathing deeply as he burying his nose in Daya’s soft flowing hair. Daya continued to rub her second husband’s dick as well as herself.
As they broke their kiss, Daya lifted herself off from her second husband and leaned over to her first husband to give him a kiss… Jethalal felt the heat pour out of her as their lips touched. And as they kissed Jethalal slowly removed her saree, blouse and petticoat giving Nattu Kaka full access to her wonderfully wet, pouty womanhood.
Jethalal and Daya continued their kiss fully aware of Nattu Kaka, who had moved closer to them, starting to touch Daya for the first time. Jethalal could feel his wife’s body shiver with excitement and anticipation as Nattu Kaka began to tentatively touch her. Jethalal so wanted this night to be perfect to see his wife pleasured by their servant, she found attractive and secure with. Jethalal pulled his wife closer, making her leg move up onto the chair, now fully exposing her charms to their servant.
Daya’s hand dropped to her first husband’s crotch and worked his shaft out through his fly where as her second husband continued to lightly touch her other wet lips. Jethalal’s cock was stiff as an iron rail. He suggested that they all get more comfortable. Daya immediately took her second husband’s hand and, led him in to the flower covered queen-sized bed, where they watched Daya slip out of her panties and sprawl out on the soft bed. She lightly touched her clit as she watched her second husband removed his clothes, sucking on her pinky clit.
Daya clearly was pleased by what she saw hanging between her second husband’s legs. Soon they were all on the honeymoon bed, Daya’s nipples were rock hard and her two husbands each paid attention to one. They could both see the wetness between her legs in the mellow dancing light. Finally Daya rolled back gently pulled her second husband over her. She guided his cock to her mouth. (She always loved sucking cock)
Daya’s first husband watched as she slowly examined her second husband’s huge black cock, sucking at the head while feeling the length and girth of his shaft. She continued to suck hard on his cock, pressing her nose deeply into his hairy crotch; her lips all the way to his balls.
Jethalal couldn’t just sit there and watch he was too turned on by it all. He lowered himself to his wife’s perfect snatch and lovingly teased her clit with his tongue, watching her sweet smelling lubrication pool at the entrance of her opened flower. After several minutes of this wonderful three-way foreplay, Jethalal moved from his wife allowing Nattu Kaka between her legs. Daya smiles as if possessed guided his throbbing cock toward her soaking wet cunt as they prepared to fuck.
Jethalal didn’t want to miss anything, so he moved away slightly, and started to record the raunchy scenes of Nattu Kaka’s snake-like cock pressed against his wife’s slick vagina through his mobile. It was everything he thought it would be. His heart was pounding in his chest as he anticipated his wife being fucked by another man for the first time.
Nattu Kaka was in no rush, Daya was moaning softly, enjoying the sensation of his length slowly slipping into her, she spread her legs wider, as he pushed in deeper, then suddenly Daya wrapped her perfect legs around her second husband’s lower back, pulling him in even deeper.
Jethalal watched with dry mouth as his wife’s body tensed as wave after wave of intense orgasm coursed through her tight prefect body. He was so aroused watching their lower-caste servant pleasuring his religious minded lovely wife to become a mother…
Jethalal came spontaneously. He hadn’t even touched himself, and he was gushing like a fire hydrant. Finally, catching his breath, he got up and left the new husband-wife sometime alone together… Somehow, he stayed out of the room for about 10 minutes, and when he returned, the two of them were enjoying a tight, sexy 69. Jethalal’s wife sucking her second husband’s steel-hard nigro-like black cock deep into her throat, as his tongue disappeared in and out of her shaved smooth pussy.
Jethalal watched open-mouthed, they stopped for a few moments only to catch their breaths, as they groped each other’s sweat-soaked bodies. As they faced each other, Jethalal caught their eyes meeting, and as they embraced tenderly, he saw “that look” in his wife’s eye.
“You’re falling in love with him, aren’t you, Daya!” Jethalal asked.
“Yes,” was all she could say. Jethalal thought about that for a moment, then said, “Well, Nattu Kaka, how about you? Do you love my wife, too?”
Nattu Kaka looked at his Sethaniji cum newly wed wife, and then at his Sethji and sheepishly said that he was in love with her, and that he had always been jealous of him for having gotten to her first.
“Then that settles it,” Jethalal said. “And consider that Mangalsutra that you tied on Daya’s neck and put the sacred Sindoor on her head, there by registering your marriage. You are now my wife’s second husband, and its time for all of us to consummate this new marriage.”
Daya had started to suck on her first husband’s cock working its length deep into her mouth as he said this while her second husband watched. She worked on the dick slowly, building the pressure inside until his balls started to contract sending a fountain of hot flooding onto Daya’s mouth. Jethalal looked over at Nattu Kaka who was still hard as a rock as Daya lay back and waited for him.
Jethalal and his wife had been trying to have children every which way but failed and now with Maa Santoshi’s blessings, Daya get her second husband. At last he said in a loud nervous voice, “Okay, Nattu Kaka, now that Daya is your wife, shoot that sperm deep into her pussy and make her pregnant! Give her a boy she wants so badly.”
By now, Nattu Kaka knew this was for real, and the “Newlywed” groom slipped his prick back into Daya’s fertile tight slit.
“Give me your baby boy”, Daya moaned. She lay back on the bed, looking directly at her first husband and smiled as she spread her legs wide and let her second husband fucked her again. The two of them fucked slowly, rhythmically, both trying to build the level of sexual tension in their bodies.
Daya’s breasts were a lovely rose color, nipples hard and erect, her shaved flower was open wide, Jethalal watched as Nattu Kaka’s cobra dick, lightly rubbed against Daya’s clit. Jethalal’s fantasy of his beautiful wife being pleasured by my another man was a reality at last. Soon, Daya’s face became flush and her body contorted as a massive orgasm sped through her beautiful body.
Nattu Kaka’s huge hairy balls contracted at the same time and Jethalal could see from the expression on wife’s face, she could feel his warm liquid being pumped deep into her cunt. Nattu Kaka pressed himself in harder as his ball contracted, he worked his cock against Daya’s clit. He wanted her to be the one pleasured, not himself, as he slowly rocked in and out her. Daya, exhausted, slowly fell off to sleep with her second husband still buried deep inside her…
The three of them slept together on the sacred bed that way until early morning. Jethalal woke up to his wife’s warm hand fondling him, as well as Nattu Kaka. They both quickly attained full hardness. Jethalal then got to watch a sexy replay of their earlier sexual escapades. This time, after Nattu Kaka climaxed, Daya rolled over on top of Jethalal and slipped his cock into her warm wet cunt.
Nattu Kaka had left her so full and lubricated…. Jethalal’s cock slipped in and out of her wet nest easily as Daya rocked herself up and down on his hard pole, urging him body to orgasm. He came hard giving her all the warm cream, then he lay back to enjoy the afterglow.
They were now truly a threesome, Jethalal couldn’t even imagine doing it differently now. They quietly lay entangled, their body’s touching. He felt so comfortable, and he could tell that Nattu Kaka and Daya were sated too.
‘Oh! Maa Santoshi, only through your sacred blessings, life was good,’ Jethalal thought, as he reached over to fondle Nattu Kaka’s testicles, and kissed Daya, forcing his tongue between her perfect lips.
Then after one month the good news came at last, Daya is pregnant by her unofficial second husband and on due time she delivered a beautiful son Tappu. As a result, religious minded Daya’s devotion to the Goddess Maa Santoshi increased more, her first husband built up a new temple in Society’s Compound where Daya worshipped the Goddess three times daily.
*( At present )*
Getting so much enjoyment from her first swapping with Babita, Madhabi decided to include Society’s most attractive housewife Dayabhabi in their “Holy Housewives Club” with a green signal from Babita. So one day Madhabi invited her when her only daughter Sonu was in her maternal uncle’s house. Madhabi disclosed one by one to Dayabhabi, hearing all Daya became surprised, how could a conservative wife like Madhabi do such illicit activities.
However Daya became turned on so much that her pussy became tingling, leaking copious juices wetting her panties. The past scenarios with their servant cum her second husband were flashing in her mind. She agreed immediately to join the party, at night she informed her first husband about Madhabi’s invitation and her previous escapades about swapping incidents.
Jethalal became highly excited imagining that his dream queens Madhabi and Babita would be present in the party and would be fulfilled his long-cherished dreams because Babita and Bawri with their husbands were invited also. Dayabhabi’s husband Jethalal is somewhat shy but always drowned in extra marital relationships. He’s married to Daya, highly religious minded housewife and a vivacious outgoing woman who likes to flirt with other men.
When they go to parties together, Jethalal usually winds up being something of a wallflower while his wife disappears into the crowd. At their friend Bhide and Madhabi’s house that Friday night, Jethalal was actually enjoying himself. He couldn’t believe it. Normally, he didn’t particularly like parties. He went because he has been dreaming Bhide’s wife for a long time.
That day when he was involved in gossiping with Bhide’s wife, his wife went to Bhide for a dance. Jethalal was also having fun. He was dancing with Madhabi and he was enjoying every move they made together. He caught sight of his wife across the room dancing with Madhabi’s husband. Even seeing the way she was molding her body to her Bhide’s body didn’t upset him, as he himself was having so much fun with Bhide’s wife.
He had long ago concluded his very attractive wife was a cock-teaser. It didn’t bother him especially that evening because Madhabi’s body was glued to his. Jethalal couldn’t believe how he and Madhabi were dancing. She had her face buried against his neck and he could feel her lips nibbling moistly at his throat. Her body was molded even tighter to his own and he could feel her ample tits against his chest through the pullover shirt which he wore.
Jethalal was sure she wasn’t wearing a bra. He had been pretty sure before he danced with her, because he could see her nipples pressing against the soft thin blouse she wore. Now he knew she was braless because he could feel her rock hard nipples poking against his chest. He was amazed at the way she was rubbing up against him as they danced! He could feel her pelvis against his thigh.
Madhabi was actually rubbing her pussy against his leg! And her hips was pressing against his crotch. Jethalal knew that he was getting hard in his pants as they danced and wondered if she could feel it. “Umm, Jethaji, you must be enjoying this as much as I am,”
Madhabi whispered in his ear. “You’re getting a hard-on.”
“I’m sorry, Madhabibhabi,” he answered, “I just couldn’t help it.” “Don’t apologize,” she giggled. “I think of it as a compliment.”
As Madhabi said this, she boldly rubbed her stomach against the bulge in his pants. He gasped with pleasure. “Why don’t we go to the darkened corner and dance more freely?” Madhabi suggested as she pulled away from him and taking his hand. She led him over to a dark corner and snuggled up against him. He took her in his arms and they began to move with the music.
As they danced, he glanced at the other two couples in which Babita was dancing with Bagha and Bagha’s wife Bawri with Iyarbhai. He could see that Bagha had one hand in the Babita’s blouse and was feeling her massive tits as they danced! If he had thought Madhabi was dancing close before inside, it was nothing compared to what was going on now.
Madhabi was actually rubbing her self up against his hard dick! She seemed to be enjoying the feel of it against her belly. Jethalal caught a glimpse of the other couple and gradually realized that it was his wife Daya and Bhide! They didn’t seem aware that Jethalal and Madhabi were there. He saw that Madhabi’s husband had his hand down on his wife’s ass. He was squeezing it and probing between her legs with his fingers from behind.
Then he realized that Daya had her hand down between them and was rubbing Bhide’s dick through his pants! “They really seem to be enjoying themselves, don’t they?” Madhabi whispered in his ear.
“You don’t mind?” Jethalal asked.
“Oh, no, not at all, actually I like it, it excites me more to watch my husband with other woman,” Madhabi smiled. “My husband has been wanting to get in your wife’s saree for a long time.”
“What?!” gasped Jethalal. He drew back and looked down at her.
“Oh, don’t be like that,” she told him. “Actually, I’ve been wanting to get in your pants ever since Dayabhabi told me what a big dick you have.”
Madhabi reached down and boldly grasped his hard penis through his pants.
“Boy, she wasn’t lying,” Madhabi giggled. She slid her hand up and down the length of Jethalal’s big rod, massaging it through his pants.
“Come on, forget them,” Madhabi whispered to him. She took one of his hands and slid it inside the bottom of her blouse.
Jethalal found himself sliding his hand up over her warm flesh in spite of himself. His hand closed on her big tit and he began to squeeze and manipulate it. She gasped into his ear. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Bhide slide his wife’s saree and slip his hand down inside her petticoat.
He knew Daya wasn’t wearing panties and that Bhide had his hand on her bare ass. He saw that Bhide had his other hand up inside Daya’s blouse and knew she wasn’t wearing a bra either! Wondering if Daya knew he was there, then he realized that she had her head buried in Bhide’s neck and couldn’t possibly know who else might be in the darkened corner.
Strangely, Jethalal found himself almost as excited by what Bhide and Daya were doing as by what he and Madhabi were doing. “Why don’t you pull my petticoat up and feel my pussy?” suggested Madhabi. “I’m not wearing any panties,” she added.
Without hesitating, Jethalal first removed her saree, then pulled up the petticoat in back and slid his hand down over her warm bare bottom. As he reached the bottom of her ass he slid his hand in between her legs from behind dipping his middle finger into her slit. He found her pussy flowing juices and ready!
Glancing at Bhide and Daya again, he saw that his wife was unzipping Bhide’s pants. Evidently, Bhide was not wearing shorts, because his dick sprang right out through the open fly! Jethalal was a little relieved to see that Bhide’s dick wasn’t quite as big as his own!
Soon Jethalal felt Madhabi’s hand easing his zipper down. She pushed the front of his jockey shorts down and wrapped her warm fingers around his hard prick.
“Umm,” she purred in his ear. “That thing is huge!” Jethalal removed his hand from Madhabi’s blouse and boldly began to unbutton it. When he had it unbuttoned all the way, he pulled it wide open and palmed one of her big jugs.
“Why don’t we find someplace a little more comfortable?” Madhabi suggested. Jethalal didn’t resist when she pulled away from him and took him by the hand, leading him towards a bed in the back corner of the room. Boldly, they walked hand in hand, with Madhabi in her short petticoat, her blouse hanging open and Jethalal’s dick sticking out of his open fly!
When they reached the bed, Madhabi led him turning to face him. Wrapping both her arms around his neck she pulled his lips to her own. Jethalal palmed both of her tits as he kissed her, He felt her breath quicken in his mouth as he pinched her nipples. Pulling his lips away from hers, he bent down and took a big rubbery nipple in his mouth. He sucked it in between his lips, gently nibbling on it.
While Jethalal sucked her nipples, he reached down and pulled her petticoat up, sliding his hand up between her legs. He palmed her pussy, feeling the sticky heat from it against fingers. Gently he inserted the tip of his finger between her pussy lips, gradually sliding the finger down deeper into her slit. He rolled her clit with his finger, then slid his finger farther down swirling the end of it around in the entrance to her pussy opening itself. He felt her slowly backing up. He raised his head from her breast to see what she was doing.
Then realized that she was maneuvering them to a table located over against the wall. He followed her, keeping his finger busy in her pussy. When they reached the table, Madhabi just reached down and pulled her petticoat up around her waist and sat on the edge of the table. She reached down and began to unfasten his belt and his pants. She let them slide down along with his shorts.
Wrapping her fingers around his massive hard-on Madhabi slowly slid her hand up and down the length of his shaft. Jethalal now had three of his fingers buried in her wet pussy. He was sliding them slowly in and out of her, finger fucking her with the entire length of his fingers.
Suddenly, Madhabi began to pull on his dick, drawing him close to her. “Fuck me, Jethaji,” she whispered. “Stick that big dick up my hot pussy and fuck me,” she told him.
Jethalal pulled his finger out of her pussy and moved up against her. He reached down and taking his cock in his hand slid the head up and down in her juicy slit. He could feel the heat coming from her cunt. It felt like an oven! She pulled her legs up and spread them as Jethalal slid the end of his penis down to her cunt hole and slowly began to push it up into her.
Madhabi groaned as his big dick slowly penetrated her hot cunt. Jethalal looked guiltily into the darkness as he penetrated his friend cum neighbor’s hot wife, he wondered what his wife and Madhabi’s husband were doing. At that thought, he felt a strange rush, would they be fucking too?
Jethalal couldn’t believe how hot Madhabi’s pussy felt as it slowly engulfed his dick. looking down he watched his dick disappear up between her legs, sliding right up into the pink opening framed by her black cunt hair. When he had it all the way up in her he stood for a moment, just feeling the wet heat surrounding his dick.
He reached down and hooked his arms under her knees, lifting her legs and spreading them wide. Madhabi leaned back on the table and supported herself on her hands, watching him. Jethalal slowly withdrew his dick until only the end was still in her, then slowly pushed it back up into her again. She groaned as he fucked her, slow and deeply.
Jethalal began to pick up speed now, screwing his dick in and out of Madhabi faster and faster. She was responding to his thrusts, pushing herself up to meet him on every penetration. Harder and harder he fucked her, slamming his dick in her up to the balls on every stroke. He could feel it building up, deep in his balls, could feel the pressure moving up along the shaft of his dick, indicating that he was just on the verge of coming.
Jethalal wasn’t sure he could hold off much longer! Suddenly, Madhabi let out a little muffled scream and her legs began to jerk and spasm. Her eyes were shut tight, her face a mask of intense pleasure. He groaned, suddenly thrust forward hard, burying it as far up in her as it would go. His dick jerked and throbbed as it shot squirt after squirt of his hot cum deep into her cunt.
Finally, as the spasms of pleasure subsided he just stood there with his dick still buried in her cunt. After a few moments, he slowly withdrew his prick from her juicy cunt. She let out a little moan as the end slipped out of her. He lowered her legs and pulled her back up to a sitting position. “Oh, Jethaji,” she smiled at him. “That was really some thing else!”
“You can say that again,” he agreed with her.
“I can’t remember when I have come so hard. It’s that strange pussy, Madhabi bahin,” Jethalal commented as she smiled.
“Getting some that you haven’t had before will always do that to you, or so Bhide says.” Madhabi said.
“Speaking of Bhide, I wonder where he and my wife are,” Jethalal said.
“Why don’t we find out?” Madhabi suggested, sliding down off of the table, letting her mini petticoat fall back down into place, beginning to button her blouse and wrapped the saree.
Jethalal quickly pulled his shorts and pants up and got himself fastened up. They moved over to the entrance to the lounge and Madhabi peered out. “There they are,” she said, pointing into the darkness.
Jethala looked out past her and saw them. His wife was sitting on a bench in the semi-darkness, leaning back in much the same position which Madhabi had been in. Her blouse was hanging open and her siffon saree with petticoat were lying on the ground beside her.
Bhide was on his knees, between her wide-spread legs. His pants were down to his knees and Jethalal could easily see his dick, appearing and disappearing below Daya’s ass as he fucked it in and out of her pussy. He could hear her moaning and groaning, saying “Fuck me, Fuck me Bhidebhai, aur jor thap dijie,” the way she always did when she was really getting off.
And it was obvious that Daya was really getting herself fucked good! Bhide was banging her as hard as possible. Jethalal felt his own cock getting hard as a rock once again as he watched his wife getting fucked by his friend right before his eyes.
While Madhabi and Jethalal watched, the other couple Bawri and Iyarbhai had their own orgasm. Daya was pulling and clawing at Bhide who had his dick buried to the hilt in her cunt pumping load after load of cum deep into her spasming pussy. Finally they raised up and slowly separated.
Jethalal and Madhabi waited and watched them rearrange their clothes, then head back for the house before they themselves left. Something suddenly occurred to Jethalal.
“Why didn’t Bhide bring her to the area where they were fucking?” he asked Madhabi.
“They could have walked in on us.” Madhabi giggled. “That happened once,” she told him.
“Actually, I walked in on him screwing the wife of the Iyarbhai, I was about to fuck. Iyarbhai got very upset and was about to try to punch Bhide’s lights out when Babita asked him why he was so upset about when he was obviously there to fuck me.”
Jethalal chuckled. “What happened?”
“Well, we wound up watching them fuck, then they watched us fuck, but Bhide and I decided that people are too unpredictable to take a chance like that again. So we decided ahead of time who is going to get that particular area for a party and the other one has to find someplace else. It has worked fine for us ever since. Jethalal laughed and turned to head back up to their own house. He was suddenly hot to get his wife back to their own house so he could have some of her freshly fucked pussy all to himself! It had certainly turned into some night! The party had certainly been educational to say the least!
End of Ch 2
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